V. Speys - Book-3. Panacea novella

© V. Speys, 2021

ISBN 978-5-0053-5035-0 (т. 3)

ISBN 978-5-0053-4959-0

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This winter was particularly cold. On the streets of the city through gray haze evil prickly rare passers-by looked through the mist, wrapped from head to toe in warm clothes. Red disk of the sun hung in the purple haze of the sky, casting copper rays on frost bound by any city. There was virtually no cars in sight. City seemed empty and cold. Unfriendly windows of the houses shone particles free from the frozen ice glasses. From the huge piles of snow on the verges of the gray mist and the silence became uncomfortable, shivering and feeling of impending doom crept itself into the consciousness of people. No one really knew what was going on with nature, went various rumors. But everyone, especially the elderly, agreed on one thing: what’s in de what was his childhood summers are warm and dry, without a heavy cold rain, no cold squally winds, and – what winter. Newspapers have tried to keep quiet about the changes in nature, referring to a hundred years ago this kind of phenomenon is not called to pay attention to climate change. And talked excitedly the intensive work of scientists on the issue of the energy crisis, the shortage of gasoline and fuel at all. Panic itself was not. Plants were operating, schools continued to teach the kids had plenty of food. The Company is not aware of wars, violence, and life was not bad at all. The capital was living a normal life north of the city. On one of those winter days out on the street a young man in the fox fur coat with the collar turned up. Through knit mask of thick woolen material flowed pairs of breath. Face was not visible, only two slits for the eyes. He went out into the street and walked into the direction of a high-rise building with a spire, high in the sky disappears, “solution” to the frosty mist. Small ice crystals crunched under their feet, hard as sandpaper and glittering, at the base of fur boots. The road was quite long. The apparent near the building took a distortion of optical illusion ahead. But at last he set foot on the steps of the wide terrace in front of the main entrance. Steam with a heated stage for a moment, closed figure, but this moments were enough for young people to easily overcome with a dozen granite slabs neatly fitted and found himself in front of embossed gold print banner “Council the planets. “Massive doors opened, letting in a man in a spacious foyer, where him and rushed frost has melted there, becoming a Thick clouds of steam. Finding himself in the heat, he looks ripped the mask, exposing beautiful-featured face with big blue and cold ‘eyes. In the wardrobe helpful robot doorman took a fur coat and boots and filed comfortable slippers. The young man breathed more freely. The lobby was empty. He stepped into the elevator and went up to the fifth floor. The spacious corridors, soft carpeted walkways, people scurrying anxiously. Some ran with folders under his arm, others calmly strolled in pairs between the green cozy nooks. Among all this fuss to meet the young man came out, middle-aged man in a light gray suit with a friendly smile on the face. He held out his hand in greeting and warmly shook both stretched back who came.

– Ah! Theo, I’m glad to see you.

– Hello, Sonia – answer came.

– Today is my report to the Council.

– What, are all the profits? – Theo asked.

– Yes! From the distant planets of Helium, media, and Su Tyria.

– By the way, the Su palpable coalition?

– Not yet, but at the poles, where the conditions were already cold. Migration is at the equator.

– Yeah! What can we expect? – Sadly said Theo. Sleep did not. They came to open the door leading to the hall, very often laden with soft armchairs upholstered in green. The representatives of the scientific world with four planets gathered in the hall. Severe face looked strictly at the podium in front of the towering, where occupied space Son, Theo and eight others, two by two

elected to the Presidium of each planet. The first came from the place of Sleep: – I will be brief. Necessary to solve the problem of life is to survive. That is why we are all here, so we live under the same roof, so we manage the trusted energy of depleting resources.

– Who wants to speak? The first rose of medium height with narrow eye slits man in the Presidency.

– Helion, my word! – Announcing a presentation by Helium planet, Son villages.

– I will be brief, too! – Helion started! – Give us the opportunity to move to the Soo.

In the hall murmured. Heard the remark: – And what are we, in your opinion, Helion?

Son raised his hand, called for calm.

– And warned repeatedly distinguished Council that Helium has no real life conditions. Civilization practically lives at the expense of others. Does it make sense to tolerate that? But representatives of the Sioux strongly oppose it.

– We do not pretend to the equatorial part! Give us Pole! – Shouted Helion.

Sleep again raised his hand, calling for calm. The lights went out immediately. Swam holograms blue expanse of snow-clad ice cities and vacant factories, Life, seemed abandoned planet of cold and darkness. But the picture has changed, showing the stifling streets, lit by the dim light of electric lamps dungeon. People in shabby clothes, half-dressed, almost blind, with no natural light, staring wide-eyed at the camera with a prayer. Heart wavered. Everyone was torturing remorse.

– I demand to give us a pole Su! – Heard the voice Helion in the heavy leaden silence of the hall. The green board above his head Presidency of the Council lighted figure 1400 – the votes for the relocation of the planet Helium on Su. Helion victory was enthusiastically adopted by the Council, under the applause of the hall with his Helion Advisor left room, climbed on the floor above to develop a plan to resettle in the Soo. The remaining rustled again. Sleep is interrupted again.

– If no one has any suggestions, you can break up and renew our one hundred and first session tomorrow. But remember everything, why we are here. Hall sat quietly. In the dead silence all been waiting for a miracle, which would be saved from certain death.

– Give me a call! – Up in the middle of the hall representative of the Delegation of the world media.

– Identify yourself and go to the podium. – Sleep have a wide gesture place for performances.

– I’m Gay, commander of the media that delivered here a delegation of scientists. Slender middle-aged man making his way between the rows to the podium. When he took the place of the speaker and the light illuminated his blond hair, Hall saw an unusually beautiful face and intelligent gray

eyes that glanced openly with sensory involvement, conscious of all the depth of the tragedy.